Thu, 06 May 1999 07:12:35 CDT (7 lines)

the moon caught me by surprise floating there in the smoke, an odd
color- now blue and yellow, purple and maybe green, ok, odd colorS
then
and the tips of the trees below holding up its unlikely bulk on their
delicate tips. It must be a balloon ready to puncture, celebrating
this warmest night yet, ignoring the smoke and it's raison d'être, but
the sirens called out and thus we knew nonetheless

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